Chapter 1: Deadly Silence

The eerie silence of the city was aggravating, my footsteps were there to keep me company and boy was it an experience. I mean, nothing wrong with silence y'know? But when you live in New York silence becomes a bit of an oddity.

A harsh sigh escaped my lips, I was worried. I damn near prayed to any higher being that this deal could just go right. For fucking once, no? Is that too much to ask? I almost went off on a tangent about how the puddle I stepped on earlier was having consequences on my new sneakers.

Thank the 4,000 religions and counting that my partner in crime decided to step up to the task of annoying the fuck out of me.

"Come on Carver, get your pussy in check we have done things like this hundreds of times" My so-called friend here always has something to say to me, except when we hit the sparring mats. Can't talk shit when you are eating human bone to your chin.

"Hundreds of times is a wild sentence, I count 6 to my knowledge and none of them involved dealing with a gang so notorious live leak has it's own literal porn hub-esque category named after it! This shit ain't right dude, we both know it."

"Come on, we are being paid five grand for this. Aren't you behind on rent?? This is the perfect opportunity, besides I know the dude we are dealing with. Went to college together back in the day, so don't worry." Back in the day my ass, he is barely 2 years out of college. Couldn't get his grubby hands on that psychology degree, now here he is telling me it's all okay. Fuck, I should have said no.

"Look tough, here they come." I grit my teeth and felt the weight of my hidden firearm, now feeling heavier than ever. Two cars pulled up on us which is never a good sign when you're so close to an alley but I digress!

"Sup Noah." A burly individual stepped out, I eyed him carefully. Definitely not the type of person I'd want to throw down with, good thing no ones bulletproof. The thing that caught my eye though was that there was no briefcase? Our goods are worth 5k Noah said it himself, I trust his intelligence more than my own. We live in New York nobody carries around that much in their pockets unless they looking to get robbed.

The grasp on my handgun tightens, on this night the amount of people I have killed might shoot up.

"Yo Mike, I might not have the best eyesight but is the money up your ass or something?" My eyes twitch at that remark. A shitty joke, our code "word". Flows normally in conversation especially if its from someone like Noah.

I reached out for my gun but dread soon coursed through my being. A gunshot rang out. My eyes widened in disbelief. My body tried to react in time. My movements felt as if I was walking through mud. The realization caught up to me.

Blood, my own blood. My eyes, dimming in color. The feeling of five bullets buried into my chest, Noah's eyes shot open wide as he had the better survival instinct to book it.

Gunfire rang out as they tried aiming for him. I was done for, I knew it. I needed to buy him time, I might complain about him nonstop but he is an alright guy unlike me.

I withdrew my glock 22 at my best speed, Noah called me up for this job because I've killed before. I am reliable, I jumped back aiming behind me spraying a bullet trail at the source of my imminent death.

"Sit down, John Wick." A bullet ends my story.